Mighty is Our Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Mighty is Our Love

Mighty is Our Love

The old oak tree that I daily pass
Has stood there so majestically
What appears to be eternity

For decades hasn’t had a canopy
Of green turning to gold in the fall
Yet the old oak remains straight and tall

Buffeted by wicked wind and cold
Which has stripped it of its wrinkled bark
Now but a perch for the meadowlark

The tree is a symbol of our love
Though we will become part of the past
Our mighty love shall forever last

Melancholy Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Melancholy LoveHead of a Girl, Ford Madox Brown (n.d.)

Melancholy Love, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

You are as distant as the yellow moon
So tense, fearful that you are apt to swoon
Oh to see what’s going on in your head
Desiring to provide you quick relief
But not sure if you’re hiding sullen grief
Or issue of the longing heart instead

My guess, it must be a question of love
At your age what else to be thinking of
But if love why are you melancholy
Love is meant to bring great joy to the heart
Each lover declaring never to part
If there be no trust there’ll no eternity